"Ugh," I groaned in frustration. Where could she be? I'd been waiting for Vanessa for a full hour and she still hadn't shown up. I looked down at my watch for the umpteenth time when I finally heard a quick tapping of high heels on the city's pavement.
"I'm here, I'm here," gasped Vanessa when she had come to a stop in front of me. One look at her was enough to make me almost want to gag. She was solely wearing merchandise from 'Smosh'. AGAIN.
"What the heck are you wearing, Vanessa? And why are you so late?" I asked through gritted teeth. I seriously hoped she would try a new excuse rather than her usual whiny 'I took the bus...and you know how terribly slow that is.' For once, though, she surprisingly changed her tune.
"Actually, the answer to both of your questions is one and the same, Tilly," she said with a flourish of her hand and a smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to point out that I loathe the nickname she'd given me. It was the reason why she'd given it to me in the first place. "I was waiting for the mail to arrive so that I could wear this fabulous shirt now. Do you like it?"
I imagined slamming my forehead against the wall - hard - as I forced myself to peel my gaze away from Vanessa's pleading grey-green eyes and carefully kept my face from showing any form of disgust when I took a look at the shirt. It was very difficult to keep my surprise hidden, though, when I saw that the off-shoulder black hoodie was not only tasteful, but also, kind of, cool.
"It's not too horrible," I admitted reluctantly when Vanessa just kept waiting for my reply.
"Oh, Tilly," she squealed as I thought, Again with the Tilly, "that means a lot from you! Now let's get going shall we? My mum expects me to be back with you be noon."
"Vanessa, it's past eleven thirty," I said with a light frown. "We'll never get there in time."
"Then we'll just have to make a run for it," Vanessa said with a smile as she dragged me towards the bus terminus.
"Seriously, Tilly, I don't get why you hate them so much. It's not as if they did anything wrong to you."
Here we go again. Barely five minutes had passed since we'd arrived at Vanessa's house for our sleepover before she started talking about 'Smosh'. I replied, with a wide smile, "I don't hate them. I just greatly dislike them and wish they would just curl up and die. Is that so wrong?"
"Lose that smirk, Nathalie. And I hope you're only joking because otherwise, you seriously need help," said Vanessa in a serious tone. She glared fiercely at me causing me to explode in laughter.
"Don't worry," I managed to say. "I don't really want to kill your future husbands. However my dislike for them and rheir channel is 100% real."
"But why don't you like them? It's not as if you've ever seen a video of theirs."
"And you claim that you know me! Don't you remember that I have a habit of disliking people who waste their own lives and others'? Especially when it's to nothing better than to play video games all day, and sell their crappy merchandise to weird teenage fangirls."
"It's not crappy!" protested Vanessa, wisely staying clear of my comment about weird fangirls. "And it's not solely video games. Not to mention that making videos to make people feel better through laughter does not qualify as "wasting their lives"."
"Whatever," I said, obviously contradicting what she'd just said in my thoughts.
"If you don't believe me, I'll show you," she declared enthusiastically.
"Uhh...no way, Vanessa," I denied hurriedly. I used the first excuse that came to my head, horrible as it was, "I think that I heard your mum calling us for tea."
Vanessa and I moved to the door leading from her room to the corridor. She passed by me and she said softly, "Chicken."